Chapter 255: The Welcome Party Part 2

Chapter 255: The Welcome Party Part 2

Sylvie stomped towards a terrified Callum, but she suddenly stopped. She closed her eyes tight and took a shaky breath.

S-Sylvie? Callum whispered hesitantly.

Sylvie clenched her teeth and wiped the tear at the corner of her eye. She turned around and walked off into the crowd.

Wait, Sylvie! Callum yelled and ran after her.

Kalliste Lilith watched the whole exchange with a smug smile. You know, I really didnt expect that to be so satisfying.

Freya glared at her, I always heard people talk of House Liliths great beauty and power, but it looks like they forgot to mention your bitchiness.

Me? Kalliste looked taken aback. She giggled, a husky sound. Im the victim in all of this. It seems my fianc has been cheating on me. And now he leaves me here to pick up all the pieces. Whatever shall I do?

The dark-haired dwarf, Cordelia Rotrusk, raised her forefinger as if an idea had struck her, Break Callum Veres legs?

Kalliste smiled, To keep him from running again? How Poetic. I love it. She glanced up at the frost giant woman towering over them, What do you think, Lynn?

Whatever the captain wishes, I shall follow, Lynn bowed.

I knew I could always count on your loyalty, Kalliste smirked.

Stryg bared his small fangs at Kalliste, This is a party, so Ill say it once. Back off.

The silent drow who had been eyeing Stryg stepped in between him and Kalliste. The cold gaze in her frigid blue eyes gave Stryg pause. There was something off about her.

Stryg narrowed his eyes, shes dangerous.

Kalliste placed her pale hand over her red lips, Oh, Im afraid Nalla here has different thoughts. I think it best if you back off, hm?

Freya grabbed Strygs shoulder. This isnt the place she whispered.

Stryg shook her hand off and looked past the silent drow. His lilac eyes settled on the smiling Kalliste, If you think for one second Ill simply stand by and watch you hurt my friends, Ill-

The surrounding crowds suddenly began clapping. Their loud cheers drowned out Strygs words. He turned to the grand gates at the end of the ballroom. The ornate gate swirled open slowly in a mixture of enchanted locks and hinges. A stunning pair of drows strolled into the ballroom.

The young man wore a pale silver jacket over a white silk shirt that loosely hung over his dark blue breeches. His hair tumbled down his shoulders in fine curls of white.

A silver gown wrapped tightly around the womans torso and bust. The gowns skirt split right below the hips, revealing her long slender legs. The skirt trailed behind her, black vines of fabric stretching out from the edges.

The drow couple was dressed in a matching set of silver attire, rich in design and fabric. Yet it was their looks that captivated the crowd. The couple had an almost otherworldly beauty. A refined, almost fragile look that seemed as if it would disappear if one stepped too close. Even their grey skin seemed to almost glow under the chandeliers magestone light.

The drow woman sashayed down the ballroom, her each step accentuating the curves of her hips. The young man followed a step behind her. He smiled serenely at the crowd, while she didnt even bother to glance at them.

The Thorns have finally made their grand appearance, Kalliste mused.

Those are the Thorns? Stryg asked.

The power behind Undergrowth, Lady Ophelia Thorn herself, Kalliste said grimly.

Thats her husband? Freya asked.

You two really are ignorant, Kalliste shook her head. No, that's the prince charming himself, Lady Thorns son and her greatest pride and our greatest enemy, Calex Thorn.

Greatest enemy? Stryg asked.

Calex is representing Undergrowth in this years tourney, Freya said grimly.

Oh, so youre not as ignorant as you look, Kalliste said.

Im really getting tired of this vampire, Stryg growled.

Same, Freya sneered.

The quiet drow Nalla shifted her feet and took a subtle battle stance.

Dont worry, Goldelm, Kallisted smiled wide, revealing her long fangs. There will be plenty of time to settle our disputes at the tourney.

Freya covered her mouth and tried to hold back her laughter.

Stryg frowned, Attack?

Freya took a deep breath and collected herself. Hes Damian of the Great House of Parvus.

His face doesnt look familiar I cant place his scent either, Stryg muttered.

Is this some kind of joke!? Damian screamed.

The nearby guests stared at his uproar and began whispering amongst themselves.

Freya coughed, You hit him with a bottle on the head.

Oooh! Strygs eyes lit with recognition. Youre that annoying drunk who couldnt keep his mouth shut.

I wasnt drunk, you bastard! Damian yelled. His face had grown flushed with anger. I wont just let you run away this time. Not after you snuck an attack when I wasnt even looking!

Stryg blinked and cocked his head to the side, Im a little confused. Are you talking about when you fell unconscious?

Obviously!

Oh, then youre wrong, I didnt attack you, I simply shut you up, Stryg said. Nor I was being sneaky, I looked right into your eyes when I smashed that bottle over your face. It was quite satisfying. Strygs voice grew cold, If I had actually attacked, you wouldnt be standing here tonight.

Damian furrowed his brow. You What sort of crazy fuck are you?

The kind who wont stop on his own, Freya muttered. Now, please move. We dont have time to waste-

~Hellooo!~ Veronica jumped in and shoved Damian aside.

H-hey! Damian yelled indignantly.

Sorry about that, friends. Dont mind Damian, he gets angry over the smallest things, Veronica laughed cheerfully.

He hit me with a damn bottle, Damian glared.

And the white mages healed you up perfectly, Veronica said. You dont even have a scar on that handsome face, so stop complaining.

Handsome? Damian blushed.

Ugh, thats all you got from that? Veronica shook her head. She turned to Stryg and smiled, Im glad you made it, did you miss me?

I dont even know who you are, Stryg said in a puzzled voice.

Uh, what now? Veronica blinked.

How do you not remember any of them? Freya asked, surprised. She was at the alehouse yesterday, too.

Its easier to remember people by their scent, Stryg admitted quietly. But its hard to smell anything when you have a bottle of alcohol on your lips.

Youre kinda weird, Mister, Veronica wrinkled her nose.

Believe me, no one has ever disputed that fact, Freya said.

But I like it, Veronica smiled. Since you dont remember, allow me to reintroduce myself. I am Veronica of the Great House of Sientia, nice to m-

Veronica, dont just run off like that! Plum called out as she ran over to them.

Strygs eyes widened at the sight of her. Plum wore a simple, yet elegant red dress. A warm feeling bubbled in his chest. He had only seen it once, but he recognized the dress. He had bought it for her.

Plum met his gaze and stiffened to a halt. Her face went pale, she opened her mouth, but no words came out.

This is one of my best friends, Veronica patted Plums rigid shoulder. Shes a little shy, but dont underestimate her. Shes the smartest person I know. She's gotten me out of more trouble than Id like to admit, Veronica laughed.

Freya looked Plum up and down suspiciously, And what do we call this super smart friend of yours?

Oh, right, Veronica snapped her fingers. Ahem, Miss Freya and Mister Mysterious - who still has yet to tell me your name - Id like you to meet Pl-

Plumela Stryg said quietly. He straightened his back and steeled his gaze, Plumela of Ebon Hollow.